Nayla tried to remember whether she had told her sister about her plans, but she wasn't sure.
The feeling of suspicion began to gnaw at her heart. She felt betrayed by someone she should have trusted. However, she also couldn't ignore the fact that her situation with Zavier had been complicated before, and perhaps Zavier had done everything possible to track her down.
With a confusing mix of emotions, Nayla felt increasingly trapped in a labyrinth of complicated problems. She didn't know what to do next, but one thing was certain: she had to find a way to deal with all of this and find a way out of the increasingly worsening situation.
Zavier, after closing the door and locking it from the inside, felt annoyed because he couldn't find Nayla in the room. His eyes swept the room quickly, searching for any trace of his wife's presence.
However, when he heard the sound of running water coming from the ba
Zavier stared at Nayla with an intense gaze, trying to understand the meaning behind her words. However, in his own confusion and bewilderment, he couldn't contain his feelings of anger and frustration."What do you want, Nayla?" What must I do for you to come back to me?" Zavier urged with a forceful voice, confusion and misunderstanding surfacing in every word.Nayla felt suffocated by the increasing pressure. She knew that she had to think clearly and make the right decision, but in her heart, she felt trapped between lingering feelings of love and an increasingly complicated and painful reality.With a heavy heart and breathless, Nayla tried to find the courage and strength to answer Zavier's question.Nayla asserted her decision with a trembling voice, "Leave Sefia!"Hearing those words, Zavier's gentle gaze immediately changed.The man immediately relea
Nayla did not notice Zavier's presence in the room. She was too engulfed in the pain and despair that hit her. Every sob and moan that escaped her lips felt like a painful blow, reflecting the emotional devastation she felt within herself.Zavier stood at the threshold, silenced by the heartbreaking scene before his eyes. His heart felt shattered seeing his wife in deep sorrow, yet he felt powerless to provide support or comfort to Nayla.Although his heart was filled with uncertainty and confusion, Zavier approached Nayla with faltering steps. He felt a strong emotional vibration within him as he saw his wife struck by deep sorrow. Without a word, he embraced Nayla in his arms, letting their body warmth touch each other.Nayla was taken aback by Zavier's actions, feeling the tenderness in her husband's embrace. She felt shattered by the despair and sadness that overwhelmed her, but Zavier's presence gave her a bit of co
Nadira stood frozen in front of the door, holding the door frame on the opposite side as if wanting to give strength to her older sister, but seeing her sister was fine, the girl chose to comply and returned to her bedroom."Tomorrow morning I have to undergo dialysis," she murmured, then tried to sleep.Meanwhile, Nayla chose to sleep in the living room, taking an extra pillow and relying on a blanket to fend off the cold of the night in Bogor.Zavier's body is tall, standing at 185 cm. The small bed can only accommodate him, and even then, his feet will be hanging off the edge.The sound of mosquitoes buzzing in Nayla's ears forced the woman to keep her eyes open until the sun shone through the curtains covering the glass window of the simple house.Nayla sat on the sofa chair with panda-like eyes. Yawning repeatedly before finally deciding to make fried rice so that Nadira wou
"We can never be together again. I have made my decision," she continued.With slow steps, Nayla left the room after dressing completely and modestly, carefully closing the door. Although she left with a troubling sense of anxiety in her heart, she hoped that Zavier would get a good rest and they would talk again after everything had the right time.Nayla was preparing to apply for jobs elsewhere, feeling that she needed to seek new opportunities to support herself and lighten the family's financial burden. Before she left the house, she wrote a memo for Zavier and placed it on the dining table.The short message simply stated that Nayla was going to look for a new job. She also added that food was already on the table, so Zavier should eat a little before returning to Jakarta, and included a small note saying not to worry because Nayla wouldn't charge Zavier for the last fried rice, as they would be getting divorced any
The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "You are dressed formally and look stiff with your overly neat appearance.""...Then the document you are holding, I can guess, is a job application letter, right?"Nayla looked at her own clothes and the documents she was carrying. The mother's view was indeed correct.Nayla looked at the woman more closely. However, the woman spoke again."A bright day to apply for a job, isn't it?"Nayla smiled politely. "Yes, indeed bright. Are you also heading to work?"The woman nodded. "Actually, I have a small business that needs help. And I thought, you might be the right person for the job."Nayla was surprised and felt excited. "Oh, really?" What is the job?"A small job with a fairly attractive salary, in the sales department and also handling administration," the woman replied while looking seriously at Nayla."It seems like you're the right person. I'm impressed by your polite appearance," she continued."Really?" Nayla straightened her back and sat
"Give her a bath, put on the red dress that the previous girl used to wear, and prepare her for the event tonight.""Uncle will pay a high price this time because she is very beautiful even though she is not a pure girl," the woman commanded the servant following her.The maid nodded and began to approach Nayla to untie her.Nayla felt confused, but she saw an opportunity when the servant woman began to untie the bindings on the chair. Without hesitation, she seized the moment. Quickly, she jumped from the chair, freed herself from the bindings, delivered a stiff kick to the servant, and ran towards the door."Hey, that's outrageous! Guards!" the woman shouted, starting to panic.The woman shouted, trying to stop her, but Nayla was already too close to freedom.With a swift movement, Nayla pushed the shorter woman aside and slipped out of the room, running as fast as she could away from the looming t
Meanwhile, Zavier just woke up and enjoyed the fried rice that he might have never appreciated before. With a message accompanied by a smiley emoji. Nayla indeed has a unique habit of leaving little notes.The smiley emoji formed a line of lips on Zavier's face. The man smiled slightly while enjoying the fried rice that tasted just right on his tongue.However, a ringtone interrupted the moment he was enjoying.Sefia's voice sounded sultry as Zavier pressed the button to connect the long-distance video call."Where are you, Darling?" Sefia asked suspiciously."Bogor," Zavier replied shortly and curtly while continuing to enjoy his fried rice."Whose house is that? Didn't you say you worked overtime last night to discuss the project?Zavier stopped his movement to spoon rice into his mouth and glared at Sefia, "Since when, do you care abou
"Hufft!" Nayla breathed a sigh of relief after their figures disappeared behind the black car they were in.Nayla then turned to the security officer and thanked him."Do they want to harm you, Ma'am?" the security officer asked a moment later.Nayla turned to the man, her eyes staring blankly for a moment as if processing the question, then quickly blinked repeatedly as if realizing something. "What time is it?" she asked in panic."At twelve o'clock," the security officer replied seriously, showing his watch."Oh no, I'm late for the interview," Nayla muttered, her panic increasing.She rummaged through her handbag, looking for her phone and then reading the incoming message."Sorry, I have to leave right now!" Nayla said while running out of the place, without giving any further explanation to the security officer.The officer could only watc
“This is serious, Nayla,” the doctor said in a worried tone. “You really need to rest if you don't want your condition to worsen. Stress and fatigue have aggravated this infection. If you continue to push yourself, you could experience more serious complications.”Nayla felt frustrated. The concert, which was only a month away, seemed increasingly out of reach. “I can't stop practicing, doctor. This is a big opportunity, and I can't let everyone down.”The doctor looked at Nayla with understanding. “I understand how important this concert is to you, but you must also remember that your health comes first. If you continue to push yourself, you might not only damage your health, but it could also hinder your performance in the concert.”After hearing the doctor's advice, Nayla felt even more depressed. Her health deteriorated, and she felt torn between the desire to perform perfectly and the need to take care of her
“Joen is already happy here too.”“I lost!”Nayla couldn't stop cursing herself.She knew that her journey ahead would not be easy, but she felt a little lighter after making the decision to let go. While Zavier returned to the room to join Joen and Fernando, Nayla left the house with steps filled with desolation.With the rain still falling outside, Nayla closed the door to Zavier's house behind her, letting him go with a heart full of feelings.This decision may have been difficult, but she knew that she had to face the future with new hope and continue to fight for Joen's happiness, even if she couldn't be with him every day.Nayla stepped out of Zavier's house, feeling the chill of the morning rain seep into her bones.It was still raining hard, but she didn't care about getting wet. Zavier didn't even offer her breakfast.Her heart was broken, and every step she took felt like a heavy weight draggin
Unexpectedly, Nayla responded with the same reaction, a longing embrace and an unrestricted kiss.They began to wrestle on the bed in a thin state of consciousness.Although Zavier was still conscious and repeatedly tried to restrain himself from swallowing Nayla, he lost control of the charms Nayla had to offer.A smooth body with natural beauty that only he had ever touched and they had never finalized the divorce.Sigh after exhausting sigh they experienced full of burning passion. Occasionally Nayla is the captain and occasionally Zavier takes over.The pouring rain prolonged the rhythm of their play until Nayla couldn't take it anymore. She bit Zavier several times out of anger and love. She was either sober or drunk.“You brat!” she exclaimed as she humped herself on top of Zavier who was exhausted because they had been together for several hours but she wouldn't let go of him as if she was expressing love as well as anger.
Nayla closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the moment. “Thank you, Zavier. I feel so happy tonight.”Nayla hoped that these were not her hallucinations and that she was not dreaming. Worse, she would experience painful memories again after Zavier's goal was achieved.Nayla had to fortify herself, but at this moment, she wanted a dance. Something she had dreamed of in Zavier for a long time.When the song ended, they continued to dance in meaningful silence. Zavier gazed at Nayla with love and appreciation, while Nayla felt a genuine and profound closeness even though her heart still held just as much suspicion.Finally, they stopped dancing and sat by the beach, looking up at the stars in the night sky. Zavier took out a bottle of champagne and gently uncorked it, pouring the drinks into crystal glasses. They toasted once more, celebrating a night filled with warmth, love, and hope for the future.“You have a place in my heart,
She knew that he had organized this lunch just to show that Joen was very comfortable in the beach house.Zavier wanted Nayla to withdraw without going to court, regarding the custody they were going to argue about.All for Joen's happiness!After a hearty lunch, the maid escorted Joen back to his room as it was time to rest.As the sun began to dip low on the horizon, the sky turned into a mesmerizing palette of orange and pink colors. Nayla was still at Zavier's beach house, soaking in the beauty of the place that now felt like an oasis of calm. After a warm and meaningful lunch, Zavier invited her to enjoy a more special evening.“How about you come home after dinner? We've never had dinner together by the beach,” Zavier said as he slowly walked beside Nayla, accompanying her along the scenic beach.“Hmm, I would love to attend your dinner invitation, Zavier,” Nayla replied with a blissful smile.She wished
Zavier stood beside the table, watching the waiters carefully arrange the plates while occasionally glancing at the wall clock. The man looked very handsome despite holding a walking stick to his right.When he saw Nayla coming out of the room, his face broke into a smile. “Welcome. We're ready for lunch,” he said in a friendly tone.“Thank you, Zavier. This food looks amazing,” Nayla replied as she approached the table. She saw Joen sitting in a chair, his eyes twinkling with unconcealed enthusiasm.“Mama,” Joen called and hugged Nayla longingly.“What took you so long to come?”“Hum, I had some business.”“Let's sit down, we're all hungry, aren't we?” Zavier immediately took Joen by the hand and guided him to sit in the chair next to Fernando.Joen looked a little nervous, probably because of Nayla's presence and the fact that he would be eating with them. Howev
Joen looked happy and healthy, showing no signs of the autistic symptoms that had once haunted him. Fernando seemed like a caring brother, and Nayla could sense how important their relationship was to Joen.Zavier stood beside Nayla, watching his ex-wife's reaction. “Look at how the two of them play together. Joen seems very happy here. I believe that he is getting what he needs from this environment. I want her to have the stability and closeness that may be hard to come by in conflicted circumstances.”Nayla swallowed, feeling the weight of the reality she had to face. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked painfully at Joen.“She seems happy, Zavier. I can't deny that she has a good environment here. But this doesn't make me feel any better.”Zavier looked at Nayla gently, his eyes looking at her with understanding. “I don't want to make you feel worse. I just want the best for Joen. If he's happy and healthy here, the
The harsh words made Nayla feel that Zavier was disgusted with her. Nayla clenched her fists again and let her body surrender, crushed by Zavier's body.Zavier was checking himself whether he still wanted this woman as his wife or not.Apparently, his feelings were already frozen. He felt no desire to fuck Nayla at all. He just inhaled the scent he longed for until he fell asleep.The sound of Zavier's soft snoring made Nayla feel humiliated. She had imagined an intimate scene that might make him regain his innocence or the idea that they would get back together, become a happy family.However, all that was lost.Not long after, Nayla gently shifted Zavier's body, which was quite heavy for her, to the side of the bed.He was still charming her and she felt so stupid for loving the same man over and over again.Nayla stroked Zavier's cheek as he closed his eyes, tracing the thin mustache that adorned his jaw.“You are so h
Nayla immediately got back into her blanket obediently.Zavier looked at Nayla with determination, but his expression softened slightly. “I know this is hard for you, Nayla. I just want to do what's best for Joen. If you really love him, you will understand that this is the best decision.”Nayla felt anger and sadness mixed up inside her. “How can you say that? I won't let Joen's future be tarnished just because of bad news about me. I'd rather fight for his custody in court than accept money and lose the chance to raise him myself.”“I-I really never did anything with Michael, I-”Zavier sighed and sat back in his chair, seemingly exhausted by this debate. “Then, if you really insist, we'll settle it in court. But I have to say, this isn't just about money or custody. It's about giving Joen the life he deserves without getting into unnecessary trouble.”Nayla stood up carefully, clutching the blanket